Friday, July 06, 2012
If you squeeze a button on the back of the nose, a gooey kind of snot-like substance bulges out of the nostrils. E, as you can see, bought two (at the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia, where else?).
I think the golden age of traveling with children is probably 7 to 11 or so. E was still pretty fun, except he is (according to my mom) exactly like me, and wherever he is, he wants to know when we're leaving and going to the next place. S turned 13 last week. Need I say more? Sometimes she's as giddy as a 7-year-old, and the other times she's as sullen as the Goth-iest of teens.